"Wild Duck Country"

So the three of them formed a tour group.

"Pure violence can solve supernatural powers, but it can't solve ghost stories."

I believe this firmly.

"A ghost story that can be resolved violently is, at best, an action film."

"As you can see, this is a logically consistent ghost story that has nothing to do with me."

The busy stalls and snacks everywhere are all related to ducks. I know this does not belong to me, and of course, it does not belong to Fujiwara. Remember, Fujiwara was originally just a victim.

There's nothing wrong with liking to eat duck.

Thinking of the extra orange duck stuffed animal, I smiled slightly.

"What we see before our eyes is not just a venue, but a real ghost story. So why not follow the protagonists and take a look."

Finally, I suggested this.

Edogawa Ranpo tapped his glasses a few times with his fingertips, revealing an understanding character.

"so it is."

"I met the [protagonist]."

He knew it again.

Is it a supernatural power?

Although I was somewhat curious, I thought that everyone I met had their own talents, so I did not want to ask too much and could only nod in response.

In fact, as soon as I entered Duck Country, I saw a group of people discussing "Wild Duck Country" enthusiastically. They all had surprised and excited expressions, and had no idea what they would experience next.

【“It’s really a divine duck banquet, what a grand occasion, Hatta-kun.”

The women in the tour group expressed their admiration. 】

So I decided that this was a "reenacted story", omitted the casting and production, and realized the one-step transformation from text to scene. Four colors and five entries, I think this is love power!

Since it is a story about Duck Country, how could there be no main quest?

But what about Fujiwara? Is Fujiwara still there?

I was speculating about the main plot process next, but was suddenly interrupted by a sentence.

"Hey, what on earth do you want to do with this power?"

Nakahara Chuuya finally couldn't help but ask.

There is no winner, only absurd chaos, which gradually affects Yokohama. However, Yokohama's significance to Nakahara Chuuya is beyond doubt.

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't understand and couldn't tolerate it.

"You won't get any benefit."

Yes, I didn't gain anything, but there is no need to say this as if I were the perpetrator.

Like Fujiwara, I was also a victim at first.

Writing stories is what my profession requires of me; embodying stories is the means I use to protect myself.

These times, my abilities were all accidental, caused by the sudden malice of strangers, so please don't act like I'm taking revenge on society. In fact, I care about the physical and mental health of young people.

"If I'm hurt, I'll fight back, if I have the ability. Everyone does whatever they want with their abilities, so why can't I?"

I recalled the time I was attacked by someone with a black ribbon-like ability. I sighed and pointed ahead, trying to change the sad topic: "I saw it."

I saw the lively [protagonist] and his group walking deeper into the woods.

Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was standing by, did not understand the good intention. On the contrary, he was a little angry after the conversation.

"Ha, what do you mean by 'using your powers to do whatever you want'? As a person with special abilities, you are so irresponsible!"

"Then didn't you also smash other people's trams at will?"

I turned to look at him in confusion, not understanding what kind of double standards this was.

Responsible? Isn't this a Darwinian world where the strong prey on the weak?

As for me, I have calmly accepted my own weakness and have been actively trying to change myself. So far, I seem to have achieved some results.

"But I've let it go. 'Because you're too strong'."

I magnanimously ended the topic with the convenience store boy’s famous quote, and quickened my pace to catch up with the protagonists who were getting further and further away.

I must have not absorbed enough from life, so the stories are always unsatisfactory! I thought about it and decided to search for the unique supernatural legends in this world.

Nakahara Chuuya was stunned. Before he could reply, he heard Edogawa Ranpo's voice suddenly become serious.

"Hat man, you have to catch up quickly."

"The scene is about to change."

Perfect interruptions and encounters between the protagonists.

[Chapter 1: Banquet in Duck Country] End

[Chapter 2: Guests from Other Places] Start

The manuscript was stained with dark brown stains, but a line of words on a certain page emitted an unusually bright light.

As Edogawa Ranpo finished his words, the scene around him changed dramatically. The most eye-catching thing was the colorful altar in the distance, with dark and light pigments drawing strange patterns, and then the old tables, chairs and benches placed around, the kind of wooden tables and benches in the countryside, with traces of erosion by ants.

Unlike other paintings that pile up duck-related elements and make viewers tired and bored, the paintings here do not show any shapes, only the entanglement of colorful lines, which adds a sense of oppression.

The originally hazy and dark sky slid directly into the deep night. There was still no moon, and the entire lighting depended on the fire behind.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there was no transformation of man into duck at this time, it was as if only a part of the journey was omitted.

"Mr. Nakahara, the last dish will be served soon. Everyone is waiting for you!"

When Nakahara Chuuya came to his senses, he heard a strange voice calling his name familiarly.

The altar was a vague outline of a forest, there was no one in sight, and the voice came from behind.

Looking back?

Of course. Even if there is something, just use gravity to crush it for him!

As if some bad memory was awakened, Nakahara Chuuya turned around with a gloomy look on his face, but he saw everyone sitting happily at the dining table. The bonfire beside them provided lighting and warmth, and most of the rich food had been consumed.

The everyone here refers to Ranpo Edogawa, that mysterious woman, and the tour group that was just identified.

The woman who called his name was also a member of the tour group. At this moment, she was looking at him with surprise, puzzled by his alert expression.

"Mr. Nakahara, did you find anything?"

It was as if they had known each other for a long time.

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The first two people who appeared were talking.

"Replaced three people."

He walked around, looked around, and then sat down on the bench. He didn't feel nervous at all about being in an unfamiliar environment.

"Yes, because you have to experience it yourself no matter what."

"I totally don't understand your hobby. Forget it, let's make it clear in advance that you are not allowed to scare Ranbu-sama!"

"Hey, are you afraid of ghosts?"

I suddenly couldn't understand.

Now that I'm here, why are you saying this to me? I'm just an ordinary player.

"...Anyway, Ranpo-sama's brain is for decryption!"

The detective in front of him childishly turned his head to the side, then began to search all over his body for something, and finally found a few lollipops.

Then happily put it in your mouth.

“Ghost stories have no answers.”

I stated calmly that this was why I agreed to end this story with them.

In my many years of watching horror movies, I have never seen a story about a murderous ghost in the form of a mystery. The escape is not a big problem, but the murderous ghost... Xiao Chou and the Nun have been around for generations.

"Ranpo-sama is invincible."

He took out a pair of black-framed glasses from his arms, put them on neatly, and pushed the frames lightly, revealing his emerald green pupils.

Super powers [super reasoning]——

"Once upon a time a duck had intelligence and became conscious."

He spoke without pause.

"It had its own worldview, which collapsed after it was killed. It became Fujiwara and assimilated all the local ducks. At the same time, it was also influenced by Fujiwara's thinking and participated in the duck meat feast, no, the human meat feast."

It is no problem for Hatter to find this duck, or rather, only he can do it.

[“You think this village is isolated, but it once had a scientific researcher.”

......

"After a long study, the scientific researcher discovered a secret."

"Every other week, I take one of them away, never to return."]

A duck who calls himself a scientist tells his own story in someone else's voice.

According to Dazai, Fujiwara has an inexplicable craze for orange ducks. In addition to being influenced by the original owner of the supernatural power, there is another reason, that is, as a "human" duck, he yearns to become a duck again.

The author's malicious intention is that a person actually wants to become a duck again, exchanging the food chain and reversing common sense.

The special ability [Super Reasoning] is the ability to see the truth.

As for the way the story ends, isn't that obvious at first glance?

"Isn't it obvious how it ends?"

Edogawa Ranpo said as a matter of course.

...Huh?

What is he talking about?

Have I written these things? No, I just wrote a story for the sake of curiosity. Isn't it enough if the horror scenes are in place? Why are there some causes and consequences that even the author doesn't quite understand?

What depth does the hunting require? Do you think this is "A Merman in the Sewer"?

So in the end, I am ordinary and confident again?

I thought of Nakajima Atsushi again, my most solid supporter, who held my bottom line firmly and prevented me from changing jobs due to shame.

I didn't ask the invincible detective how he solved the problem or how he could "see it at a glance". Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, Nakahara Chuuya came out.

No, it was "Mr. Zhongyuan" who came out, a few minutes late.

We replaced the original protagonist's identity and used some new story tricks.

Next, it was Mr. Nakahara's turn to cut up the roast duck.

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It's time to introduce my new story to you. It is very utilitarian and I just don't want to die, so it doesn't have a specific appearance.

If you want it to appear, you need to "borrow" it, but you need the consent of others.

The dramatic thing is that any response to the noise I made was taken as tacit consent.

Because the work is so purposeful, once it materializes, I almost know the specific method. But unfortunately, I can't get any ghost movie experience.

Therefore, I attach great importance to this team building.

"Mr. Nakahara!"

I raised my hand to make sure he could see me. "I like duck tongue."

This is the part I want to take over.